Wednesday, 15 December 2010

Christmas cheers

As the choir sits down to its Christmas meal in the pub, Caruso, with festive hat at a jaunty angle, fumbles around with his music.

‘I think it’s time we had a song,’ he says.

Quick as mustard, Mr Putter steps up to the podium, rapidly dishing out photocopied sheets bearing the immortal words of Donald Where’s Yer Troosers.

We all join in, much too low, and Caruso’s face is like thunder. He was thinking more along the lines of a tuneful The Holly and The Ivy in rounds.

The pub rapidly empties of customers. We fear people with tickets for the concert at the weekend might soon be asking for a refund.

And then, like a saviour, Caruso redeems us all with a beautiful rendition of William Butler Yeats’ poem, He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven, in song.

Mr Putter makes an emotional speech about how much he has enjoyed our singing evenings, expresses his deep love for Caruso (but not in a weird way as he squeezes the knee of his fragrant wife) and we all applaud.

Caruso thanks me, of all people, because some months ago after Dudley’s wake and too many glasses of wine I persuaded him to revive the choir.

We raise our glasses to dear Dudley’s memory, a wine bottle falls over – rather like Dudley used to after too many glasses of Grand Marnier – and then Caruso sneezes five times in a row.

One more and it would have been equivalent to an orgasm.

My dears, oh what a rock star life I do lead.

That’s about it

Love Maddie x

1 comment:

  1. It is hard to know how to reply to all that, but at the very least a "God Bless You" is in order for Caruso.

    After so many references to it in the last weeks it is high time to google the lyrics to "Donald Where’s Yer Troosers". If only we could hear you and the other merry songsters sing it.

    Enjoy your picture-painting words so much.

    Merry Christmas!

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